So I'm not the only one who's getting obliterated by these axe lords? Well that's a bloody relief. I thought that slimy little bugger was taunting me.
I still haven't killed him yet, but I've only sent a couple adventurers at him. He'll die soon enough, though... I've just got to last beyond that first strike with his exceptional-quality halberd.
But then there was the time I fought a centaur axe lord! Now that was an epic battle! Well, a few of them, actually.
I'd modded in centaurs along with Norse giants. I had set out as a giant who ended up with no equipment (goddamn wrestling skill), and happened to be just wandering around and picking up small rocks. Eventually, my size 16 giant came across the size 9 centaur axe lord, and I thought "Hey, this should be fun. My own personal chewtoy!".
I threw a few stones at him, all of which missed, and then I notice that I'm dead. First strike, my massive frame is sent flying away, leaving a bloody streak behind it.
Now, this insolent little donkey needs some schooling! So I send giant No. 2 at him, fully armed and armored with a big axe of his own!
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First strike, my massive frame is sent flying away, leaving a bloody streak behind it.
This was starting to get ridiculous. Giant No. 3, go! Spearman this time.
I managed, somehow, to get the axe out of his grip. He, however, managed to get my grip out of me. One arm useless, and not a scratch on horse-boy (aside from having lost his axe).
So, I try to smack him with my shield. The shot is blocked. He tries to hit me with his shield. The shot glances away.
This continues for a day or so, nobody making any headway (except for giving the axe lord legendary shield user skill), and then some random guard comes over and plants a spear through my gut.
Giant No. 4 also meets his maker at the hands of this highly troubling centaur.
Finally, Giant No. 5, after losing his hammer (the centaur was sitting on it), banging his shield into the centaur axe lord between blackouts (for some reason, the centaur was not passing out. At least he couldn't stand up for any length of time before falling back to the ground), I land a lucky hit. His head. Stunned slightly, the centaur opens the way for my second strike, bringing down the fury distilled in generations of giantkind by the freezing cold of the tundra, the centaur axe lord is struck down in a very satisfying fashion, having had all his organs squished to a meaty pulp.
And then someone shot me and I died. But hey, not only did I kill the axe lord, but I also managed to mortally wound the elite bowman who shot me down. He bled to death before I did.
It was a testing world, but I couldn't just leave it with an unsettled score.
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